[Intro: Jeezy]
Long live Bankroll n***a
D. Rich what’s happening?
Quicktrip what it do?
Street Money Worldwide
Snow season n***a
I’m sitting in this all white Mulsanne
White seats, white sweats on
So I don’t fuck up my leather n***a
N***as better get it together n***a

[Chorus: Quicktrip]
New coupe, all white
‘Bout to hog up the lane fill
Young n***a ballin’ hard
Got traffic in the stash still
Won’t stop ‘til I get a milly
Gotta bring the whole fam here
Won’t stop until I get a jet
Got to build me a landing strip
I’m right here now n***a
Came from the projects
Why I talk a lot of shit now
Cause I ain’t never had shit
Get up off your ass n***a
Go ride another n***a’s dick
You wouldn’t be in that position n***a
If you was doing your own shit
[Verse 1: Quicktrip]
Yeah I got my name from the projects
Yeah I got this game from the projects
Ran straight to get the Bentley truck
Y’all can go’n ‘head and get the Masi
Catch me 458 with Que
Or riding 488 with [?]
Soon as I get that Bentley truck n***a
Going straight to pick up my son
Who you want to hang with Jordan?
Said Bankroll, let’s [?]
Street Money CEO dead
Had to help mom raise his son
Tank top on, motor store
Cooking dope in some [?] Juans
Ali fronted me my first brick
Told me hit ‘em up when I was done
On the street doing real numbers
Me, Kevin Whiteboy, and Rocky
Started off selling nicks n***a
Then I learned how to save the projects
Now the money got so big
Had to get a bigger safe deposit
Long live Bankroll n***a
Street Money Worldwide, I got him
[Chorus: Quicktrip]
New coupe, all white
‘Bout to hog up the lane fill
Young n***a ballin’ hard
Got traffic in the stash still
Won’t stop ‘til I get a milly
Gotta bring the whole fam here
Won’t stop until I get a jet
Got to build me a landing strip
I’m right here now n***a
Came from the projects
Why I talk a lot of shit now
Cause I ain’t never had shit
Get up off your ass n***a
Go ride another n***a’s dick
You wouldn’t be in that position n***a
If you was doing your own shit

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
New spot all white
Yellow horses in the steering wheel
Give a pussy n***a migraines
Glovebox full of Advil
Hundred thousand, Magic City shoot
On the stage, everybody witness
I don’t throw that talkin’ ass ho
Bitch tellin’ everybody’s business
Told her I look better on her resume then she’ll ever look on mine
BET at the gold room, Cubans on, everybody blind
ATL all out to Houston
Got street money worldwide
Rap n***as all be riding waves
Watch a real n***a change the tide
Back to back Bentleys in my hood
Yeah they call me dark skin Obama
Inside of so many drugs
Yeah bitch I could’ve been a drummer
They say Snow you’re going hard
I say I ain’t going hard enough
Copped that million dollar [?]
Put that bitch right up in the bluff
From the projects, eating fried chicken
Now a n***a eating calamari
So many [?] in the bank, should’ve been on an episode of Maury
Gave my grandma 500 dollars
She put on a broad with the titties
Coupe cost 500 thousand
Hear them pipes all across the city
[Chorus: Quicktrip]
New coupe, all white
‘Bout to hog up the lane fill
Young n***a ballin’ hard
Got traffic in the stash still
Won’t stop ‘til I get a milly
Gotta bring the whole fam here
Won’t stop until I get a jet
Got to build me a landing strip
I’m right here now n***a
Came from the projects
Why I talk a lot of shit now
Cause I ain’t never had shit
Get up off your ass n***a
Go ride another n***a’s dick
You wouldn’t be in that position n***a
If you was doing your own shit